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My Hero Academia: Aura Farming

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Maybe theyll think it has a deeper meaning. (Also him naming himself after his power is wild when he benefits from anonymity, but I think the decision fits his character).
Aurum means gold, os could be seen as shortening of ous meaning full of.
 
Jacobs lash said:
Maybe theyll think it has a deeper meaning. (Also him naming himself after his power is wild when he benefits from anonymity, but I think the decision fits his character).
Aurum means gold, os could be seen as shortening of ous meaning full of.
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I mean "I get power from aura farming" is such an unfathomably stupid premise in-universe that I can't imagine anyone getting that from "auros". Even if "aura" in Japanese is just... "ora", so phonetically it is the same.

Anyone except for Nezu, who seems to know for sure after the concert. That's fine, he's based.
 
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I mean "I get power from aura farming" is such an unfathomably stupid premise in-universe that I can't imagine anyone getting that from "auros". Even if "aura" in Japanese is just... "ora", so phonetically it is the same.

Anyone except for Nezu, who seems to know for sure after the concert. That's fine, he's based.
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tbf the idea that fame or rather recognition have a metaphysical weight isn't so farfetched in MHA due to how some quirk works, for example La Brava's quirk which gives a powerboost to a person she loves
 
K5P26 said:
tbf the idea that fame or rather recognition have a metaphysical weight isn't so farfetched in MHA due to how some quirk works, for example La Brava's quirk which gives a powerboost to a person she loves
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That's fair, but the mechanisms are at least somewhat consistent. Like Star and Stripe "projects rules into the physical world" in a way that is derived from her will, metaphysically. La Brava does the same thing by emitting strength to the people she cares about. Just like gangster lie detector man and Shinso affect mind control based on their desire, and strength stealing gangster man sucks up power from his enemies.

Farming willpower/attention/interest from everyone else though? It's like a weird, parasitic, completely undirected version of that. The fact that he never has to interact with those people in person is particularly odd in setting. Otherwise, if he actively drew something meaningful from people to empower himself he'd be AOE AFO, able to steal from everyone around him.
 
Segue said:
That's fair, but the mechanisms are at least somewhat consistent. Like Star and Stripe "projects rules into the physical world" in a way that is derived from her will, metaphysically. La Brava does the same thing by emitting strength to the people she cares about. Just like gangster lie detector man and Shinso affect mind control based on their desire, and strength stealing gangster man sucks up power from his enemies.

Farming willpower/attention/interest from everyone else though? It's like a weird, parasitic, completely undirected version of that. The fact that he never has to interact with those people in person is particularly odd in setting. Otherwise, if he actively drew something meaningful from people to empower himself he'd be AOE AFO, able to steal from everyone around him.
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I don't think he's particularly stealing shit like AFO, its more like he latched himself to the collective consciousness of humanity, and I think that the collective belief of people gives him the energy to supercharge his quirk, like belief freely given is what fuels his quirk, if people don't recognize him as cool or worthy of admiration then they don't give him more of this energy.
 
Hmm not bad.
Id have suggested something like Sky or a word near it
Simple, majestic and part of the skies the limit meaning there isnt one
 
BInged this fic. Love it.

To that one person who compleined about 'lack of stakes'

You don't need Scion hanging overhead to make entertaining story. 'Stakes' needent be a harder person to fight. While i know we more or less follow mha plot, which does limit stuff here, 'stakes' can be event, can be personal challenge, can be completly diffrent thing, can be natural dizaster, can be something else.

For example - what if he suddenly started loosing aura? (Unexplored part of fic, mc became badass)

So anyway, this is peak i need more yesterday
 
Brah, you've been here the whole time??? I've been reading this in sb and webnovel and ur been here the whole time??? The non-NSFW creative section is literally crouching tigers and hidden dragons lmao
 
I have officially caught up to this story and my good sir, I have one thing to say to you.

Goddamn is this surprisingly well-written. Like genuinely well-done. I honestly hope to kinda see Taka maybe lean more into displaying more of his emotions openly.

As much as I love all the Aura Farming, I do like moments when the cool character drops the demeanor a bit. Personally makes them acting cool again later all the more meaningful.

Eh but that's what I think. Keep it up my man.
 
DracoStar12 said:
I have officially caught up to this story and my good sir, I have one thing to say to you.

Goddamn is this surprisingly well-written. Like genuinely well-done. I honestly hope to kinda see Taka maybe lean more into displaying more of his emotions openly.

As much as I love all the Aura Farming, I do like moments when the cool character drops the demeanor a bit. Personally makes them acting cool again later all the more meaningful.

Eh but that's what I think. Keep it up my man.
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A proper aurafarmer knows to let the soil rest for a brand new harvest
 
Raxtuss1 said:
BInged this fic. Love it.

To that one person who compleined about 'lack of stakes'

You don't need Scion hanging overhead to make entertaining story. 'Stakes' needent be a harder person to fight. While i know we more or less follow mha plot, which does limit stuff here, 'stakes' can be event, can be personal challenge, can be completly diffrent thing, can be natural dizaster, can be something else.

For example - what if he suddenly started loosing aura? (Unexplored part of fic, mc became badass)

So anyway, this is peak i need more yesterday
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Honestly, if AFO figures out how Taka's power correlates directly to his popularity, he's gonna fund the most expensive spander campaign there is.
 
Chapter 89 New
(A/N: Guess whose classes are finally over.

Mine.

WHOOOO!

—At least for the next two weeks. Then the semester starts again. But eh, I always welcome a rest.)

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"Auros?" Midnight repeated, half questioning it, half weighing how it sounded.

Taka nodded silently.

After a bit, Midnight nodded as well, half-convinced. "It doesn't sound bad, and it feels powerful. But what meaning does it have? I don't know any word like that."

"I thought of aurum, the periodic name for gold, when creating it. Beyond that, the word is very similar to the word for mountain in Latin, which is what I seek to represent... The highest point in the world."

Midnight shivered for a moment, before nodding fervently at the explanation, looking thoroughly convinced, and muttering something under her breath. "As expected… very youthful."

But then she turned to him, looking slightly puzzled.

"But why gold?"

"..."

Taka closed his eyes for a second, silent.

Then, he opened his eyes again, staring at her with a solemn expression.

"… It's the element of... the winners." He answered, barely hiding his uncertainty over his own statement at the end.

Midnight looked faintly surprised, her mouth forming a small O.

Then she nodded vigorously.

"I see, I see. A name that commands power, confidence, and ambition all at once. What a marvelous code name!"

Surprisingly, his classmates nodded along, looking genuinely impressed by the name.

Even Jiro—the usual sharp-tongued skeptic—was wearing the same awed expression as the rest.

… Bakugo, of course, was not included in that. If anything, the name seemed to infuriate him.

But leaving him aside, it truly seemed he'd managed to fool all of them.

'Well, I didn't lie at all, did I? I just hid the fact that I picked it a minute ago in sheer panic.'

Taka smirked inwardly at the sight, pumping up an imaginary fist.

After that, he gave Midnight a curt nod and walked back down from the podium, carrying the pad with his name written on it along with him.

Upon sitting down, he let out a satisfied huff through his nose.

-Bzz-

Just then, his phone buzzed.

He picked it up and checked the new message.

{Jiro: That was a good name and all, but why gold if there's literally crimson around you every time you use your powers?}

Taka's eyes lifted from the phone to find Jiro watching him with a questioning look from her seat rows ahead.

In response, he shrugged nonchalantly.

"…"

Her face twitched in disbelief, a wry smile surfacing.

'Is this guy serious?'

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| Minutes later… |

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After Taka opened the code name presentations by impressing everyone with his last-second choice, it quickly became everyone else's turn.

One by one, they stepped up to the podium and showed off what their creativity had produced.

Through all of it, Taka just watched with a calm look—relaxed now that the risk of walking out with an embarrassing name was behind him, and it was his classmates' turn to run that gauntlet.

Like that, minutes passed with one student after another stepping up—some getting Midnight's thumbs-up, others being sent back to revise.

… Like Bakugo.

For some reason, it seemed he also wanted to compete with Taka on something as petty as the hero's name, and went with something even more outrageous than he had in the show.

"God of Cataclysmic Explosion Ultra Murder." The guy announced, sporting the straightest face imaginable as he slammed the pad with the name onto the podium.

"No."

He was, of course, immediately shut down and sent back to think of something better.

Minutes later, he eventually settled on merely "Cataclysmic God of Murder".

Sadly, that was also shut down. So the matter of his name was postponed, since he clearly wasn't going to arrive at something appropriate during class time.

As for the rest of the class, their thinking didn't diverge much from how their counterparts had done in the show, so most ended up landing on the same names they would have in another timeline.

Ojiro though, surprisingly enough, was the exception. Instead of going with the show's hero name Tailman, he chose something else.

Lash.

Which in a way, was also playing around his tail. But in Taka's opinion, much nicer.

And luckily for him, Midnight accepted eagerly when he showed it off to the class.

Taka gave a faint nod when that happened, silently approving of the greater creativity the guy had developed for some unknown reason.

The name Tailman… it wasn't the worst, considering Japan and its different naming culture than in USA. But if the guy didn't want to be forgettable, he needed something better than that.

Luckily, he did.

'They are growing splendidly.' Taka thought as he wiped a nonexistent tear from the corner of his eye.

After that, the last few classmates who hadn't yet gone stepped up one by one.

By near the end of the hour, everyone had presented and walked away with a new name to wear with pride—everyone except Bakugo, but he didn't count.

After that, Aizawa finally stepped up, making his way to the podium and tapping a stack of papers against it to straighten them.

"Now that you've all settled on your hero names, we'll move on to the matter of internships."

He scanned the room to confirm everyone was paying attention.

"They will last one week. As for where you'll be placed—" he flicked through the papers in his hand, "—those who received offers will be given their own lists to choose from at their own discretion. Those who didn't will receive a list of forty agencies affiliated with the school that will be accepting interns during the coming week."

His eyes swept over specific faces with a faint squint.

"They cover different areas and specialties. Don't just chase fame—focus on what will actually help you grow as heroes."

Following that, the lists began being distributed across the class.

-Thud!-

Taka, to his genuine disbelief, was handed a stack of papers thick enough to make his desk groan under the weight of it.

'… Couldn't they have just sent a digital file or something?' He wondered, flipping through the pages one-handed with a wry look.

"You have until the weekend to submit your choice." Aizawa announced.

That was two days.

Then he picked up his things and left alongside Midnight.

The moment the door closed, everyone immediately went to check their lists, chatting with whoever was nearest about options, swapping advice, or simply looking over each other's shoulders out of curiosity.

While that went on, Kirishima appeared at Taka's side, waving enthusiastically.

"Yo, Taka, who are you thinking of interning un—… Never mind, I'll leave you to it."

He reversed course immediately the moment the stack of papers came into view.

Even Tokoyami, sitting right beside Taka, couldn't keep his composure at the sight—sweatdropping faintly.

"So this is the price of fame…" He muttered, shaking his head with a mournful look. "I suppose if one flies too close to the sun, their wings will eventually burn."

Taka ignored his weird musing, too focused on figuring out how he was supposed to get through all the papers before him in under two days.

"You've got it rough, huh?"

He glanced to the side to see Jiro approaching, looking at him with mild pity.

His expression didn't shift much. He closed his eyes serenely and set the stack down. "Being too popular is a heavy burden."

Her eyebrow twitched.

"Well, Mr. Popular, is there any hero in particular you'd want to intern under—whether they're in that pile or not?"

Taka hummed, giving it genuine thought.

"Maybe All Might?"

She stared at him. "You really don't aim low, do you?"

He shrugged.

Not that All Might would be offering him anything. The man was a teacher now, and could barely maintain his muscular form for more than a few hours.

So forget about internships.

Though, the topic reminded him of what he thought today when traveling to school.

The All Might situation, and whether his current amount of Aura would be enough to bring the hero back to his prime.

—But that could come later, after classes.

For now, he had "this" to deal with.

He put a hand over the stack of papers, letting out a sigh mixed with a groan.

At his vocal distaste, Jiro let out a short laugh before jerking a thumb toward their usual group, already gathering by the door.

"Well, before you dive headfirst into the consequences of your own fame—let's go eat."

Taka looked away from the stack, looked at her, and gave a faint huff.

"Sure."

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| Ten minutes later… |

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The group settled into an empty table, setting down their trays.

Taka had gone with spicy chicken wings and rice. He needed his favorite kind of food if he wanted to forget about all the homework Aizawa had left for him with a straight face.

"So, any idea who you guys are going to pick?" Kaminari asked, glancing around the table.

"It's only been a few minutes, chill." Sero smirked. "I haven't even checked who sent offers to me. There weren't as many as in Takahashi's case, but I'm curious eitherway."

"It's like being scouted by celebrities, isn't it? I'm super nervous!" Mina exclaimed, grinning.

Jiro smirked and nodded toward Taka. "Takahashi isn't exactly thrilled, though."

Playing with his food, Taka gave her a bored look. "… I'll probably go to Nezu and ask if I can get a digital copy to filter through it more easily."

"You sure are casual with the principal, calling him Nezu like that."

'Whoops, slipped there.' Taka winced inwardly, but kept eating without acknowledging it.

"Anyway, setting All Might aside—is there any hero you'd actually want an offer from?" Jiro asked, looking at him curiously.

It was genuinely hard to picture Takahashi needing coaching in anything—since, well, he was the one who coached all of them before the festival.

—Save for Kaminari.

But regardless, his great capability made it difficult to guess who he might actually pick to learn under—if he even had anything to learn at this point.

Their classmate was nearly a fully formed hero. Or at least, he seemed so.

"Is it Endeavor?" Sero ventured.

If not the number one, then it had to be the number two, right? Taka looked like he might be one to follow that kind of logic.

Surprisingly, however—

"He and I don't really get along." Taka replied curtly, raising many eyebrows.

Jiro blinked. "What? You've met him?"

Taka nodded. The table immediately leaned in, hungry for gossip.

"We had kind of a face-off after you guys went all cheesy and I had to evacuate. He said some things I didn't like, so I said back some things he clearly didn't like. So yeah, he should be pretty pissed."

"You went and pissed off the number two hero? Don't stop there!" Sero prodded.

"Are you sure that won't cause you problems? Being on bad terms with someone like Endeavor could seriously hurt your career." Kirishima looked genuinely worried.

"It won't be an issue." Was all Taka said, not looking even the slightest bit worried.

Everyone smiled wryly.

Even against the kind of pressure the number two hero could apply to someone's career, Taka remained unbothered.

Admirable.

"Still, what could you have possibly said to have—"

"So you're him!"

A loud, cheerful, and impressed voice came from beside the table, cutting Sero off mid-sentence.

Everyone turned, confused.

Taka did too. He was indeed him—though that clearly wasn't what whoever had spoken meant.

Upon turning, he saw that, standing right beside their table was a girl with light blue hair that spiraled at the ends, a wide carefree smile, and curious eyes fixed entirely on him, and two big—

[Get a grip, host]

'I'm trying, man.'

With the help of the nowadays silent system—and a particular sharp gaze he felt settled on him from the side all of a sudden—he shook his head and brought himself back on track.

He looked the person over and recognized her almost immediately.

One of the three top students of U.A.

Nejire… something. The surname wasn't coming to him.

'But why is she here…?' He wondered, brows threatening to frown in confusion.

Before he could ask anything, though, she immediately leaned closer, entirely unaware of or unconcerned by social conventions around personal space.

"Hey, what's your Quirk? I watched your fights again and again and I couldn't settle on anything specific. Every time I thought I'd figured it out, you did something completely unexpected that didn't fit my theory! You can fly, have super speed and strength, manipulate things from a distance, and seem pretty resistant to whatever the other first years threw at you! Is it something like telekinesis? It seems like the most obvious answer but I don't think it's quite right. By the way, how did you make that skeleton of flames? That's honestly the most confusing part. I just can't figure out how to fit that into any theory? Also, why is the aura around you crimson? Can you control that, or was it always that color? Oh, oh, and why did you moonwalk during the last stretch of the first event? It didn't seem necessary in the—"

She was pulled back by the shoulders, finally giving Taka some space.

"Sorry about that. Nejire's just a very curious person." The one who'd pulled her said, laughing wryly.

The person who stepped in was a blonde guy, noticeably muscular for his apparent age. A miniature All Might, were it not for the simpler and almost cartoonish face.

Also someone Taka recognized immediately.

The two had already met, in a sense—though he doubted the blonde knew that. The day he'd taken Eri out of the Hassaikai, this guy had been there alongside Nighteye, watching him leave without the police or the heroes intervening.

Mirio—something. The surname was eluding him, same as Nejire.

"I'm Mirio Togata, nice to meet you!" He extended a hand to Taka, which Taka took.

'Yeah, I was just about to say that.' Taka thought, lying to himself.

With Mirio confirmed, Taka remembered there was a third member to this group and leaned slightly to see past them—and as expected, there he was.

The guy.

The man.

The myth.

"…"

He was starting to feel genuinely bad about this, but the name wasn't coming to him.

Amakiji?

"Hmm?" Mirio caught his gaze and glanced back. "Oh, that's Tamaki Amajiki. Don't mind him, he just prefers to stare from afar."

'So I wasn't even close on the surname.' Taka thought, mildly annoyed at himself.

Nejire went and tried pulling the boy closer, but all she accomplished was making him turn around, now giving them his back.

Seeing that, the entire table could only stare somewhat baffled at the scene.

"We are third-years, so you can call us seniors if you want! We were curious to get a look at the first year who managed to impress the whole country the other day." Mirio scratched his cheek with a wide grin. "Imagine our surprise when we finished our own section of the Sports Festival and found out that most of the attention still ended up on the first-year section! Man, you really did something amazing back then."

'I see.'

That explained it.

Taka gave a faint nod. It made sense these three were stepping up now rather than at the much later point they were supposed to appear. He'd simply made that big of an impression and brought the trio to him ahead of time.

As expected of him.

"I have to say—you're one scary freshman." Mirio continued, laughing openly. "In all honesty, from what I saw, you're absurdly powerful. I'm not sure I could take you, even going all out. In a way, you're almost like All Might… and I wasn't the only one who noticed."

He suddenly shoved a hand into his pocket, and took out a small card before holding it out to him.

Taka picked it, and looked it over, eyebrows rising.

A name he hadn't expected was written on it.

Nighteye Agency.

Mirio laughed merrily, massaging his neck. "Sir watched your performance at the festival, and asked me to personally pass along an invitation to intern under him for the week. You should have gotten the standard offer through the common channel too, though."

"Nighteye?!" Kirishima leaned forward, staring at the card.

"You're seriously getting a personal invite from All Might's old sidekick?!" Kaminari's eyes darted between Taka and the card.

"Apparently." Taka answered calmly, eyes still scanning the card.

"Of course you're not even a little impressed." Jiro clicked her tongue.

He glanced at her, then went back to the card.

Truth be told, he was—or at least, startled.

He hadn't expected a personal offer to arrive this way, and even less from someone like Nighteye, who struck him as someone all-business and not the type to be moved by a flashy festival performance.

Something about this felt like it had a specific reason behind it.

Still—

"I'll consider it. I still need to see what else I've got." He said, sliding the card into his pocket.

"No pressure at all." Mirio waved him off easily.

"Can I ask him questions now?" Nejire appeared at Mirio's side, already leaning forward eagerly.

Mirio turned to Taka with a smile that was at least partly apologetic.

"…"

Taka's gaze moved between the two for a moment before he let out a sigh.

"Sure. Why not."

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That turned out to be a bad idea.

If his classmates' interrogation at the festival had been troublesome, Nejire was that times two.

She might seem scatterbrained, but she clearly knew her stuff, and she had a sharp eye for inconsistencies—picking up on the faintest gap in any explanation he gave almost immediately.

It was no wonder she was part of the power trio, or whatever their team name was.

She was cute, he had to admit—but she gave his head a workout. The bad kind.

From now on, he'd keep her at arm's length… or more, if she still asked questions.

His brain had to run 4D chess to get through all her questions without giving away his real powers.

And even having managed it, he was starting to wonder if it was worth continuing to hold back. The strain had just been too much in those minutes he spent with the blue-haired girl launching question after question.

The only reason he hadn't just laid everything out regarding his true abilities was that he was waiting for the right moment.

That, and keeping his cards hidden from the villains. He shared a classroom with a mole, after all. Whatever his classmates knew, All For One's people would too.

Speaking of Aoyama—he honestly still wasn't sure what to do about him.

The guy was All For One's agent, and another pair of eyes to be constantly aware of.

But he was also in a genuinely bad position—working under All For One with his family effectively held as leverage.

Outing him without a plan for the fallout would only make things worse for him.

But leaving him to keep reporting to All For One for too long wasn't good either. The longer it continued, the worse the consequences would be for the kid once he was finally free.

And Aoyama would be free. Because Taka was going to take down All For One. That much he was sure of.

Or All Might would, if the cure worked.

'Well—I'll figure it out. It'll take some serious planning either way.'

Huffing, he refocused on where he was actually heading.

The principal's office.

Not only to ask about a digital copy of the offer list, but for the other matter as well.

All Might's treatment.

Even though not to his classmates, today he'd be revealing another part of his powers.

All for the sake of bringing All Might back to his prime for one last time.

'I wonder if my current Aura pool will be enough, though.' Taka mused, lifting a hand, and seeing his crimson aura seeping through it in the form of fierce flames.

However, a second later, he shook his head and lowered his hand.

There was no moment for doubting here.

And with such resolution, he at last arrived before Nezu's office.

So, without further ado, he called at the door.

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(A/N: And so, Taka meets the golden trio of U.A. Besides Mirio, I honestly don't quite know what to do with them and how they might fit in everything that I've planned. But they had to show up at least a bit, given their reputation on the school and what Taka had accomplished.)
 
Need to see the reaction to the full aura dynamics.
Also, he needs to be careful now. His name is sick but if he fumbles now, he'll be stuck with the status of "jobber" or "fraud" - or worse, the dreaded "Potential Man."

Give me liberty, give me fire. Give me UA students or I retire…

-> Lock in and fight with your Quirk? No
-> Stand around and make vague declarations while "holding back" - Yes.

If and When but never Is…
 
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